… and I has it!!
Mr. Kuro arrived on a jet plane from Scotland last night with his sister JoJo. He was born on the 24th of December so is just around 3 months old. He is full of piss, vinegar and SUPER PUPPY ADORABLENESS! I drove in a snowstorm to retrieve him from the airport.
No, for real. I did. Why is it snowing at the end of March?
Then I spent THREE HOURS in Customs waiting for the bright sparks to figure out where the paperwork was (not, you know, in the giant envelope taped to the top of the crate with the words “PAPERWORK’ printed on it or anything. No, that would be too obvious)
Unfortunately, he is not mine. I am, as the criminals say, “holding it for a friend.”
In my house, he would just get snuzzled relentlessly. So it’s for the best, really.
Parting is such sweet sorrow. It’s a double whammy this week, as the Dust Man leaves for his forever home today as well.
Mr. Pants has been wiggling and waggling his stumpy little rump at me every morning for 2 months now. It’s going to be hard to see him go. But he is all growed up now.
He’s come a long way from this:
Ironically, Dusty Pants is the only dog in the house that welcomed the arrival of Kuro of Scotland. They are right now playing tug-o-war on the sofa while everyone else pouts at me. Tweed looks like he wants to kill himself, Piper keeps flashing Mad Teeth ™ and Wootie just keeps *sighing*. What a bunch of jerks.